There is a loud, three strike knock upon the door from the outside.

It is currently 18:06 Pacific Time on Sat Sep 10 2005.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (47% full).

Safehouse: Common Area

The foyer of this house is set off from the living room with its octagonal
      bump-out by a four foot high halfwall. Stairs lead up from the foyer, 
      turning and disappearing to the right, and a wooden door with a keycard 
      lock claims the wall opposite the living room. The rest of the main floor 
      is taken up by a small bathroom across the hallway from a dining room 
      which is separated from the kitchen at the back of the house by another 
      half-wall. The decor is decidedly sparse - white walls, beige carpeting 
      in the living and dining rooms and down the hall, unremarkable vinyl in 
      the foyer and kitchen.

A used couch and a pair of recliners are grouped around a coffee table in the
      living room, with a foursome of wooden chairs claiming the bump out for 
      quieter conversation. The dining room boasts a white laminate table with 
      four aluminum and vinyl-upholstered chairs - too new to be 'vintage', too 
      old to be trendy. The appliances and cupboards in the kitchen are new - 
      or at least refurbished to look like it - and a door leads out to the 
      backyard from there.

Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept
      can crash and an office for private meetings. The Glass Walkers have 
      their own area accessible via a locked door off the foyer. The main doors 
      themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.

Grey answers the door dressed in a white t-shirt and grey sweats, his hair wet.
      The grass, the Get may have noticed upon arriving, looks freshly mowed. 
      Upon seeing who it is on his doorstep, Grey inclines his head, greeting 
      with a curt, "Brom," as he steps aside to let the other in.

"Thomas." Brom says as he steps his way into the room, glancing around slowly
      for a few moments, then looks back to him. "I have completed my 
      investigation and I have news to bring you and Spider Eyes. I'm willing 
      to let you in on it providing that you don't go nuts and start killing 
      things and throwing chairs at me."

Grey smiles tightly, the expression completely lacking humor, as he closes the
      door and folds his arms across his chest. "No killing things, no throwing 
      things," he agrees.

"Alright. I have indeed discovered it was Kevin who got upset and drew the
      picture. He gave me his reasons and I told him where he can shove it. 
      I've dealt him a fair punishment and I would appreciate that all parties 
      respected it." Brom says with a firm nod of his head. "He is to learn the 
      Contrition Rite and preform it for both you and Tamara, ontop of that, he 
      will repaint the entire barn, in and out." He wets his lips slightly. "He 
      also will ask to do a chore or a task for you and Spider Eyes of your 
      choice." He lingers for a moment, his jaw working tightly.

Grey shows a bit of teeth when Brom confirms who the culprit is, but he keeps
      his peace and listens to the rest with his temper well in check. At the 
      end, he gives a tight nod. "I'm sure I can think of something... 
      appropriate."

"He also told me that he did not draw anything on your walls within this house
      and those words were true. He was quite open and honest about the entire 
      ordeal." Brom says with a jerk of his head. "He is quite upset that you 
      still think he deliberately wrote something in your bedroom and then, 
      beat the shit out of him for it."

Grey's upper lip curls at this. "Is that what he said? He didn't go on about
      how I tried to kill him, despite the fact that I stayed in homid form and 
      used my fists? I'm surprised."

"I didn't go into details when he was ranting to me, I am just saying and
      confirming, that he was not the one who did it." Brom says with a nod of 
      his head. "Also, I spoke to Olga on how the situation with Basil was 
      handled. She is not going to file grievance with you or Spider Eyes, at 
      least not through me." He says with a wrinkle of his nose. "I did not 
      have an enjoyable experience talking to her. The only thing I can say on 
      that, is two grown Garou beating on a cub, in my eyes, is a bit 
      dishonorable, even if he is a fucking idiot. He was Tamara's charge, not 
      yours and you had no right interferring, even if Tamara asked you to, 
      but, since Olga doesn't give a shit, then I don't give a shit."

Grey's response to this is a grunt. "No spine. Not surprised." His shoulders
      jerk in a curt shrug. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, a real piece of work those Gnawers are." Brom says with a shake of his
      head. "Nothing else. I will try and talk to Tamara later, unless you wish 
      to pass the news to her. Otherwise, I am done with it all. The last thing 
      I did with Kevin was remove him from the pack until he has compelted his 
      punishment. A lesson served that you do not stomp on Requiem's name. I am 
      not Lucas, and the Sept will realize that I am an iron fist."

Grey's eyebrows rise at this. He nods again, a little less tightly. "I would
      have done the same. And I'll inform Tamara if I should happen to see her 
      before you do."

"Alright. Try and enjoy the rest of your night." Brom says, turning and starts
      off for the door once more, giving his neck a slow tilt of his head, 
      cracking the joints in his neck. "May Fenris keep your claws sharp and 
      your senses fierce."

"Cockroach watch your steps," Grey responds as he sees the other out.